Every moment of this strange and lovely life from dawn to dusk, is a miracle. Somewhere, always a rose is opening its… — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come. — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
“The sun has disappeared, and the light there still is, is left in the atmosphere enclosed by the gloomy mist as pools… — Richard Jefferies Copy Share Image
Anna Journey, in her new book of poems, Vulgar Remedies, creates an alchemical self whose shimmering limbic / alembic lyrics distill the… — Carol Muske-Dukes Copy Share Image
“The sun was still out, wouldn’t even start to set for an hour, but the early evening still had that “magic hour”… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“There was a time that crepuscular was mild, The hour for tea, acquaintances, and fall Away of day's difficulties, all Discouragement. Weep,… — John Berryman Copy Share Image
Blessed is he who like Joshua (cf. Josh. 10:12-13) keeps the Sun of righteousness from setting in himself throughout the whole day… — Maximus the Confessor Copy Share Image
And as the years have passed, the time has grown longer. The sad truth is that what I could recall in five… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
Love, unconquerable, Waster of rich men, keeper Of warm lights and all-night vigil In the soft face of a girl: Sea-wanderer, forest-visitor!… — Sophocles Copy Share Image
I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
I venerate old age; and I love not the man who can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, when the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on, The windows and the stars illumined, one by one, The… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see A… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
At dusk the sunset is beautifully bright; at year's end the tangerines are even more fragrant. Therefore, at the end of their… — Zicheng Hong Copy Share Image
Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentities stirs me to it: colored women day workers-… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“It's six o'clock; my drink is at the three-quarter mark - three-quarters down not three-quarters up - and the night begins. ("New… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“...somewhere, nearby voices filled with dusk, cabs and panhandlers and one drunken girl screeching like a wounded bird - all of it… — Marisha Pessl Copy Share Image
O'er folded blooms On swirls of musk, The beetle booms adown the glooms And bumps along the dusk. — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share Image
Oh,to be walking through Leningrad white night after white night, the dawn to dusk all smelting together like platinum ore, Tatiana thought,… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
Farewell sweet earth and northern sky, for ever blest, since here did lie and here with lissom limbs did run beneath the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
That evening, rowing on the quiet river as sunset turned to dusk, I saw an occasional smoky smudge on the towpath, always… — Deborah Harkness Copy Share Image
From dawn to dusk, winter to spring, summer & autumn; the contrasts of nature refresh the mind & renew our sense of balance — Phil Harding Copy Share Image
That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
WAKING AT NIGHT The blue river is grey at morning and evening. There is twilight at dawn and dusk. I lie in… — Jack Gilbert Copy Share Image
